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Notes: SPOILERS FOR HBP!For purpleavocado on LJ, or avonicon on here. A missing scene: what should have happened.
Summary: A few lost moments in time. H/D, PG for blood and kissing, SPOILERS!
In the Bathroom
"SECTUMSEMPRA!" bellowed Harry from the floor, waving his wand wildly.
Blood spurted from Malfoy's face and chest as though he had been slashed with an invisible sword. He staggered backward and collapsed onto the waterlogged floor with a great splash, his wand falling from his limp right hand.
"No – " gasped Harry.
Slipping and staggering, Harry got to his feet and plunged toward Malfoy, whose face was now shining scarlet, his white hands scrabbling at his blood-soaked chest.
"No – I didn't – "
Harry did not know what he was saying; he fell to his knees beside Malfoy, who was shaking uncontrollably in a pool of his own blood. Harry's fingers slid into the water as he kneeled next to Malfoy; they made little clear paths in the now red water. He did not know what to do.
Malfoy flinched as Harry brought his hand out of the water to touch one of his cheeks. It was smooth and uncut but there were small streaks on it from where Malfoy had brought his bloody hand to his face just moments before. Harry wondered if he even remembered that he was there.
Harry watched, silently, unmoving as Malfoy continued to bleed. When he leaned closer, he told himself that he was just moving in for a better look at the wounds he had caused – why had he done that? Why would the Prince have written such a thing? He should have listened to Hermione – but when his nose bumped Malfoy's and Malfoy looked at him for the first time since he had been cut by Harry's curse, he knew that he had just lied to himself.
His lips brushed against Malfoy's cut cheek, and he tasted blood when he licked his lips. Malfoy was breathing heavily and staring at him, one hand to his chest, one in the water. Harry pressed his hand to Malfoy's chest; he could feel his heart thumping and the warmth of the blood as it seeped through Malfoy's robes.
"I – " Harry tried to speak, but he could not form words with Malfoy's breath on his cheek and the taste of his blood in his mouth and his heartbeat under his hand. He felt so warm even though the water he was kneeling in was cold; the air around him was dense and he found that he could barely breathe.
When he finally moved again, it was closer to Malfoy. Their eyes were locked as Harry slid his nose against Malfoy's once more. He did not think as he pressed his lips against Malfoy's. He tasted more blood; it had run down Malfoy's cheek into the corner of his mouth. His eyes fell shut, taking in the taste of Malfoy's blood. Harry took his hand away from Malfoy's chest and brushed it over Malfoy's uninjured cheek again, leaving short streaks of blood on his skin.
When they broke apart, Harry panted in the suddenly light air. Malfoy was still staring at him, and there was a little bit of blood sliding out from a cut on his chin. Harry ran his fingers over it, and stared at it for a long moment.
He was so startled when Moaning Myrtle screamed that he lost his balance and fell back into the water. Harry winced and sat up, listening as Moaning Myrtle let out a deafening scream: "MURDER! MURDER IN THE BATHROOM! MURDER!"